Butt Hamhogger Scits Please
“I will have lamburg toast with fireside jelly and butt hamhogger scits.”
The waitress smiled. She had a four-year-old boy of her own.
“Why not have geesefrackles with hollenberry sauce?”
his eight-year-old sister asked him.
Their mother looked at the waitress and mouthed something.
The waitress nodded and wrote a note.
When his pancakes came he smacked his lips.
“WOW!” he said.
His mother mouthed “thank you” to the waitress,
who fully understood.
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